Breaking news: Augie is 33 inches and 25 pounds with a 19” head. Which means he’s in the 10-25%, and his head is 19” – the same as it was last year. Ummm…is that OK? I started Googling, but that’s never a good idea. I’ll just ask his pediatrician when we see him next month. Well, there’s one article that says the head doesn’t grow much after the soft spot closes, so maybe that’s OK that his head is still 19 inches.

ANYWAY, Augie is super active and curious.

He has 55 words, but he’s still not really talking. I mean, he says words, and he understands direction, but we can’t have a conversation.

He has 16 teeth.

He’s eating more and more food, and he’s really good with a spoon. His favorite foods are soup and ketchup. And oatmeal. And lately, ham.

And, last but not least, we just stopped breastfeeding two days ago. I’d been weaning him for a while – we got down to feeding once at night – and two days ago, I cut off the bedtime feed.

He’s been doing really well so far. I mean, there were tantrums along the way, especially when I first cut out nursing sessions. And some really bad middle-of-the-night tantrums over the summer. But overall, he’s taken it pretty well.

For me, it’s been a good change. I’m happy to have more energy and happy to be a little less scatterbrained. Still, it’s bittersweet. He’s becoming a little boy.

On the positive(?) side, I got to try out the new thermometer we received for August. I was a little skeptical about using a forehead thermometer, but it seems to work great. It read me at 98.8 and Adelaide at 101.8.

You started crying at 2 am in a night terror—something you inherited from Mommy, unfortunately. You cried and cried with no consolation. Neither Daddy nor I could comfort you. And though you seemed awake, you were trapped in some sort of turbid alternate reality.

Even after you settled down, you rolled around in bed for hours with a pained expression on your face. It didn’t help that the neighbor’s dog was left outside to yip and yap and the parrots chatted loudly in the trees as the sun rose.

Finally, at 7 am, I took you to the bathroom, read you the story of Princess Adelaide, and you sunk under the covers in peaceful sleep at last.

Thankfully, you’ve only had a couple night terrors, and you should grow out of them soon. They say you won’t remember a thing about it today. (I wish I could say the same!) We will help you by making extra sure you go potty and get to bed before you get too tired.

Mommy: Adelaide, get on your clothes.
Adelaide: No!
Mommy: Get on your clothes, we’re going in the car.
Adelaide: No! I a doggy!
Mommy: Doggy, get on your clothes, we’re going in the car.
Adelaide: (Runing to the closet) Ruh-ruh!

Adelaide was singing a cute song while I was cleaning the kitchen…until I turned on the camera. Then she started singing her own version of the ABCs, including lyrics like “fly in my house” and “this is an apple.” Plus, a recorder solo!